Chapter 1:

Somewhere in the West-Indies:

The sun was just beginning to set. A warm breeze blew across the sand. The waves crashed noisily against the shore. It was hot and humid.

James Kenway strolled calmly down the beach. He was dressed in an earthy brown outfit with the hood drawn over his head. On each hip there was a standard flintlock pistol. On his left hip, next to the flintlock hung an old Syrian sword. A pouch hung from James' belt, carrying his rope darts. Strapped to each wrist was a hidden blade.

James walked along the beach until he reached the Tavern. It was an old and ratty place, serving to the worst kind of trash. James began in the direction of it.

When James reached the tavern, he pushed open the front door and slid in, met by music. The tavern was crowded and James immediately began shoving his way towards the counter. When he reached it, he sat down and pulled his hood from his head; letting his golden blonde hair fall free.

"Well if it ain't James Kenway." The woman behind the counter said. She was a pretty thing, with blonde hair, cut short, just to her shoulders. She was dressed in a simple dress and James was willing to bet his life that she was hiding some kind of weapon in it. "Aye, indeed." He tapped the counter and ordered a cup of rum before turning and looking around the room. His eyes fell over every person. James closed his eyes, concentrated and activated his sixth sense. He opened his eyes again and scanned the room once more. His eyes stopped. He was looking towards the corner closest to the door to the tavern. Sitting at the table was a mousy young man, holding a glass of rum in his hands and fidgeting around in his seat. James blinked a few times, until his sixth sense had been deactivated, and everything was how it should be.

He heard a thunk on the counter and turned to see his cup of rum. He picked it up, swallowed it all in one gulp, gave his head a shake, set the rum back down. "I'll take it you've found your man?" James nodded his head. "You've been quite a help, but would you mind doing just a bit more lass?"

"What did you have in mind?" He pointed to the mousy looking man in the corner. "See that fine young gentleman over there?" The bar maiden nodded. "His name is George Teach. You get him drunk enough, and I might just pay you for it?" The bar maiden quirked an eyebrow. "How much?" James grinned.

"I was thinking something a little more...personal." The bar maiden's eyes scanned James from head to toe. Eventually she grinned. "You've got yourself a deal."

James moved silently, hopping from roof to roof, climbing down to ground level, hiding in the thick foliage. He stalked Teach from a short distance, hoping to catch him in a secluded place, without too many guards. He still needed to pay a visit to the bar maiden from the tavern. The bar maiden had stayed true to their deal. Teach could barely walk, if he hadn't been James' target, he would've found it rather funny. But he needed to keep a level head, needed to keep focused. Teach had betrayed the assassin brotherhood. He would now pay the price.

Teach stumbled into an alleyway, and James grinned. Now would be the time to strike. He crouched moved stealthily and silently in the shadows. He looked over his shoulder and passed the alleyway. Once he was sure there were no guards around, he crept after Teach.

The alleyway was a dead end, and Teach was stumbling back in James' direction. At the sight of the James, his hood drawn up, Teach seemed to automatically sober up. For just a moment, the two stared at each other. And then Teach was running at James. James readied himself. Teach tried to run passed him, but James grabbed him by the arm with one hand, grabbed his neck with the other, spun and slammed Teach into a wall. Teach fell back and landed in the dirt. He tried to scuttle to his feet and run, but James lunged forward and tackled him. Teach struggled, and was just able to draw a flintlock when the steel of James hidden blade slammed into his throat. Blood sprayed from Teach's sliced jugular vain, and he began to convulse violently. James put a hand over Teach's mouth, and held him down, until the body had stopped kicking.

When James was sure Teach was dead, he removed his hand from his mouth and retracted his hidden blade. He reached out, slid Teach's eyelids shut. James stood, put his hands to his back and stretched, groaning at the popping that came from it.

Sunlight spilled through the window and pooled on the bed. The smell of sweat was still in the air. A wet heat filled the little back room of the tavern. James lay in bed, an arm slung around the bar maiden's midsection. His eye's fluttered open, and he lay there, looking at her sleeping form. Her head was buried in his chest. He chuckled, and looked out of the window, which faced east. The sun was still low in the sky. With much reluctance, James stood and began getting dressed. At his absence, the bar maiden's eyes fluttered open, and she watched him as he first pulled on his trousers and shirt, then began to fit into his armor.

"Going so soon?" She asked seductively. James chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. But sadly, I have work to do in other places."

"Sadly indeed." James watched her for just a moment. "I don't believe I ever caught your name."

"We'll save that for a later time." She replied. James shook his head. "Women." He muttered. Once he was dressed, he began to pick up his weapons, which were strewn around the room. Once he had everything, and was sure that he wasn't missing a single item, he tossed the bar maiden a pouch of gold. "For your trouble."

Then, like a shadow, he was gone.

AN: Well howdy assassin's creed fans! If you're reading this, you've probably read the description and you're probably interested in the story of James Kenway. I know I am!

But tell me, what did ya'll think? Was it good? Are you interested in the story of James Kenway? If you aren't yet, you should probably stick around, because the story really kicks up next chapter. But who am I? Just a guy sitting in front of his computer writing stories about assassin's creed and the last of us (you should go check that fic out by the way-it's called the last of us past and present) because I have nothing better to do. But anyway, you really should stick around because this shit is going to get real. But anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter, hope you're excited for more, and I will see you all next time.

~Exangellion